A Mother's Sacrifice: A VERY TOUCHING STORY!
My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and such to sell... anything for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment. There was this one day during elementary school.
I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed.
How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school..."Your mom only has one eye?!" and they taunted me.
I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, "Mom, why don't you have the other eye?! You're only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don't you just die?" My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I'd wanted to say all this time.
Maybe it was because my mom hadn't punished me, but I didn't think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.
That night...I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.
Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I'm living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it's a place that doesn't remind me of my mom. This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me "What?! Who's this?!" ...It was my mother...Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye.
And I asked her, "Who are you? I don't know you!!!" as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her "How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!" And to this, my mother quietly answered, "oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she disappeared. Thank good ness... she doesn't recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn't going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.
Then a wave of relief came upon me...one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house...just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me.
She wrote:
My son...
I think my life has been long enough now. And... I won't visit Seoul anymore... but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school.... For you... I'm sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you. You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye... so I gave you mine...I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were angry with me. I thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me.' I miss the times when you were still young around me.
I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me.
My world shattered!!!
Then I cried for the person who lived for me... MY MOTHER
Now don't you feel better about yourself after treating your mom that way? You don't deserve to live after doing that!
OH anyway a life without mayonnaise or golf is pointless.
A touching story about Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, radhiallahu 'anhu.
Those imprisoned with Zarqawi also saw his hidden sides. Sometimes he would retreat to his bed, which he had turned into a tent by draping it with blankets. Sometimes crying was heard, other times he spent hours bent over a sheet of paper, drawing patterns, roses and hearts with childlike diligence. Most of the results were destined not for his wife – who he married during his street fighting days – but for his mother Umm Sayel.
In one letter he told her the children's fairytale of the broken heart. It is the story of a boy who is forced to sell his mother's heart. On his way to the buyer, the boy stumbles and the heart is broken. The heart asks: "Did you hurt yourself, my boy?" When the boy realizes that his mother still cares about him, although he has killed her, he decides to pass judgement on himself. But when he draws his knife, the mother calls: "Lay down your hand. You broke my heart once, don't kill it a second time."
for atao. fuck dick cock pussy cunt ass bitch shut the fuck up you fuckinng prick ur the one who posted pics of fucking a girl shitting on her self in a bathtub you sick fuck. thats what i hate about you christians, you think you can do anything you want and jesus will repent your sins...YOUR MOTHER SUCKS COCKS IN HELL. you fake bastard. have a good day errybody
But vision, didn't you know cristians are better than us and they think the rest of us are shit? How can we compete with such perfect godliness when we have no hope?
TheATAO **** my white ***
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Haha, I'm pretty sure that wouldn't work in real life.
Very touching story, thank you for posting :)
Even though it probably wouldn't work in real life, it's what is between the lines that matters. Being a parent is bloody hard and there are difficult decisions to be made every single day.
I used to be embarrased by my mother when I was younger simply because she was hyper-active and a bit of a fruit-loop. It wasn't until I had my boys that I realised why she was like that - it is much better to be hyper-active than to be a grumpy old bitch all the time, especially when you are trying to deal with a 2yo that just wants to crack a major ass wobbly whenever he is told not to do something.
ATAO - go fuck a duck ya wanker!
ATA0, your self-righteousness is obnoxious. Jesus would not approve of your behavior.
thankyou mummify and to all the others who appreciated the true values of the story
Why don't you open your mouth wide and eat your mom's fat dump?
You've constantly threatened the moderators to delete posts many times by saying you'll take it "higher up" in the past, and not one moderator has succumbed to your requests... So you can just go suck your dog's dick off and eat his wad.
